The Bhaeblet is out to get me. Us, rather. His father and I are convinced of it.
He saves the potty up for the 3 a.m. nappy change. And unlike any normal human creature, a good bout of clearing only serves to wake him up -- so, in the pre-dawn hours we are faced with a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed baby.
These days, that gleam in his eyes scares me, not that I let him know it.
After three weeks of sharing the night shift with me, V collapsed yesterday.
If you are wondering, yes, The Bhaeblet has been thwacked. Sometimes, parental love and affection only stretches so far. The good news is, as I realised later, that what I thought was a bone-jarring thwack for him (and which gave me lots of guilt-ridden hours) was in fact a comforting, soothing thump on his back.